It meant more than do not steal

OUR LAWNMOWER and my son's mountain bike were missing from the garage. I felt foolish that I'd left the door open—if only to run back into the house for library books. We'd recently moved into a neighborhood that for years had seen considerable poverty and crime. It was changing quickly, but some drug dealing and homelessness still remained. It appeared that I should have been more careful.

At first, I was ready simply to accept the theft, and actually felt kind of sorry for the person who'd stolen the items, thinking he or she may have been desperate for cash. My insurance company required a police report, and I called the police, merely as a formality. It didn't even occur to me that I might get the items back.

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